A Special Mail Carrier

Most of the time people are excited about getting their mail.  But in the case of my parents it is the mail delivery that is most special.  Their house is on a rural route so they want to see the mail lady, Kathy, drive up to the box.  The wave from the carrier is just like a cheery note that she may be delivering.  On special occasions, she may bring something to the door; it is not always packages and she may not stop at the door.  She has been know to set a flowery plant right on the coffee table or deliver a basket of muffins to the kitchen table.  The standard joke we always had about  a former mail carrier  was that he read the post cards.  Kathy probably doesn't have time to read the cards but she does note the volume of cards and asks about birthdays and special occasions.  She shows concern if she thinks there are a lot of "off season" cards that might be get-well cards.


We have a vacation house next door.  She automatically delivers any mail I might receive to my parent's house since she knows I'll be there when in town.  But the mail box next door is not useless since it is close to the road.  My parent's driveway is steep and snowfall can make it treacherous.  Kathy  knows that senior citizens, especially, like to get mail, so more than once she has put the mail in the box next to the road and called the house to ask the next person out to pick it up. Anyone else would have taken it back to the P.O. and delivered it when the roads were clear.


Carrying the mail has been a part-time job for Kathy.  Her other job has been to drive a school bus for special needs students.  We know that the USPS will replace her with someone to deliver the mail.  But if she needed to give up one job and keep the other, we are so glad that the kids will get to keep their caring driver.


This is a tribute to a lady that did not only  the job for which she was paid; but you couldn't pay her to be so caring, considerate, and kind.  We will miss the SUV and its friendly driver. I'm sure that Kathy didn't see her job as delivering envelopes and packages; she seemed to know she was delivering messages and gifts!

His craft is Instrumental

  Clinton Smith is a multi-talented craftsman. When he got to most people's retirement age he just sat down; not to retire but to craft stringed instruments.  And that has been a major focus for him for the past 11 years.

In just over a decade he has made 111 fiddles, 20 mandolins,  and eight banjos. He hasn't just assembled the instruments from kits; sometime he has started with the tree. He does buy strings but even the metal frame of the banjos are crafted in Clinton's shop.  I asked where the metal frame came from, expecting he would tell me the name of a supplier.  His answer; "from an old car transmission."  He not only is a wood worker but a metal craftsman
as well!







Clinton carefully selects the wood for the sides of the instruments and crafts them on a historic band saw that his father gave him.

                                                                          




(The band saw came from the shop of a Mr. Long
for which the community of Long Shop (in Montgomery County, VA. was named.  The saw has the date of February 27, 1900 welded on it.)

Clinton researched the process of instrument making and settled on a pamphlet  that he refers to frequently. He made a template that is used for all of his full-size fiddles. The template actually works for the fiddles without "ears" which he calls the "guitfiddle."

A metal template is added to make the "ears" which are on most fiddles and violins.
In his research Clinton found that Stradivarius actually made guitfiddles as well as conventional violins. Guitar fiddles are describe as instruments played in medieval times







Clinton proudly shares that Jeff Michael of the Big Country Bluegrass Band plays one of his guitfiddles.  And when I sought more information about Jeff Michael, I learned he had recorded under the Hay Holler Records label from Blacksburg, VA.


According to Clinton the "Ears" on a conventional fiddle make a convenient place to make wood joints in the sides. Since the guitfiddle doesn't have those breaks, a long clear piece of wood is needed to surround the instrument.

 The back of each instrument  is a work of art.

The finished
instruments are as colorful as a bouquet of flowers, especially when displayed on one of his wife Ann's hand-made quilts.


In the picture you may be able to recognize a left-hand fiddle.  Clinton couldn't find a chin piece for the lefty so he made one and from then on he has made all the chin pieces.

Clinton says he doesn't play but likes to get his instruments into the hands of those who do. That seems to be working to; the banjo he showed me was the last one and it was waiting for its owner to pick it up; I didn't see a mandolin, and about 60 of his fiddles are making music.

Clinton Smith's hidden talent.

Clinton Smith's talent is hidden only from the standpoint that you've got to know where you are going to find him. Do you know how to get to Sunny Side in Montgomery County, VA? If you do that is a good starting point.  Or do you know about Glade,  Longshop,  Nutter's Store? If you don't know about those reference points you'd better start with Prices Fork or Blacksburg, VA.

From wherever you start, to find Clinton and Ann you must drive up the side of Brush Mountain, through well managed timber that looks like a National Forest into the Smith clearing. From that point Clinton's talent is no longer hidden. The Smith house was built by Clinton out of logs he cut and sawed, rocks he gathered and "masoned" into walls. The house is a striking display of this man's many talents. I came to see the musical instruments he has made; I found so much more!

I intend to write more at another time, but for now I want to record  some things I remember. Clinton is 77 years old. He started making  instruments about 11 years ago after his declining health forced him  to look for a job he could do while setting down. He has made 8 banjos, 20 mandolins, and 111 fiddles( including a few "guitfiddles").

I want to write about Clinton's work but I also want to write about the man. I was awed by the man of many experiences and talents that has seen so much of life and has the excitement of a young man starting out on a new adventure. I think every day has been an adventure for Clinton.

He was the second born of ten children to Grayton and Ruby Hamilton Smith.  He had three brothers and six sisters. He worked at many jobs to make a living. He built houses, tried being a brick mason, operated a saw mill, made wood burning stoves and more.

I'm anxious  to write more about Clinton and his work in the future.  Clinton Smith is burned in my memory as one of the most unforgettable personalities I've ever met. I want to do justice as I introduce him to you.

A Visit to the Bug Shop

A newcomer to Blacksburg or a visitor with car trouble may not think about driving two miles out of  Blacksburg on Harding Road to get help. But local folks have been making the trip for years to The Bug Shop or Wright's Garage as it was originally known. While the new name indicates a speciality it implies a narrow customer base which is inaccurate. Jewel Albert and his knowledgeable mechanics work on cars and trucks of all makes.

One of my fondest memories of my boyhood neighbors was Arthur Wright, the original proprietor of Wright's Garage.  Mr. Wright had been badly disfigured by a fire when he was a small child to the point that you couldn't see his smile. But only a short conversation would reveal to you a happy man with a smile in his heart. He and his boys provided reliable service at a reasonable price. You generally got more than a repair when you visited the shop. There always seemed to be lots of laughter and in-fun-picking that didn't necessarily stay in the family. The Wrights would greet you with a smile and try to let you leave with a grin or a laugh.

Jewel and his crew seem to carry on the tradition of the building in which they work. They know about customer service and practice it with a smile.

My parents live about 1/2 mile up the road from the Bug Shop. Several years back, Dad fell in the garden and couldn't get up by himself. Mother couldn't help him so what did she do? She called the Bug Shop! They didn't need a wrecker but Jeff was there in a flash to get Dad up and running ( walking) again. Everybody needs that kind of neighbors.